Chapter two hundred and eighteen: ten million taels
In the void, countless sword energy twisted like electric snakes, as if they wanted to turn into real thunder.
Li Yizhi felt numb all over his body, a sense of destruction, deathly silence, and the overbearing sword intent that could cut off all life was wrapped around him, making him feel as if he was in an endless sword prison, and the next moment he was cut into pieces by a thousand swords.
Li Yizhi was horrified. He didn't have time to think too much. He stepped on his feet almost instinctively, used his magical foot power, and quickly escaped from the light of the destroying sword.
Phew!
The sword energy struck down, and the ground was like tofu, creating a ravine that was more than ten meters long and bottomless.
The soil on both sides of the gully was glazed in color, as if it had been melted by the high temperature.
"court death!"
Li Yizhi broke out in cold sweat, and after throbbing, he became angry.
He shouted deeply and took a step forward. The blood in his body was surging, and his fist intention burst out. He raised his right arm high, and then slammed it down.
Pale golden blood spurted out and turned into a fist as big as a millstone, slamming down towards the figure in the dust.
The figure remained silent. He twisted his waist and slashed out with his long sword. He pulled out a huge three- to four-meter-long sword and struck it on the bloody fist.
Rumble!
The bloody fist seal and the sword light shattered at the same time, like a missile exploding, erupting into a strong light that covered up the moonlight in the sky.
At the same time, along with the violent shock wave, the small house was directly hit and collapsed, and dust and smoke were everywhere.
Li Yizhi's eyes were sharp. He saw the void split open again, revealing a small world, with divine light flowing, and then the figure stepped directly in without looking back.
In an instant, the void healed and the figure disappeared.
"Sword Saint Gong Yangyu, Emperor Qian, very good!"
Li Yizhi's face was cold and murderous in his chest.
In this Jade City, the only person with such powerful sword skills is Gongyang Fool.
Gong Yangyu was a character from a hundred years ago and was the Sword Saint of the Yunmeng Empire. Later, because he took refuge in Emperor Qian Yang Pan and stayed in the small world of the artifact Emperor Tianxi, he was able to extend his life and live until now.
In terms of strength, Gong Yangyu is the peak martial saint and is not much weaker than him.
If his lifespan had not been approaching, he would have become a human immortal, and he was one of Qiandi's strongest secret agents.
Li Yizhi couldn't figure it out. Why would Emperor Qian want to kill him if there was no grievance or enmity?
Is it just because of a secret fight with Hong Xuanji?
However, no matter what the reason is, after tonight's battle, the two sides have become mortal enemies.
However, Li Yizhi cannot take revenge now and can only endure it for the time being.
With his current strength, it is undoubtedly a foolish dream to kill Emperor Qian.
Not to mention Gong Yangyu and Hong Xuanji, Emperor Qian himself is not much weaker than him.
Suppressing the murderous intention in his heart, Li Yizhi looked at the broken house and couldn't help but feel a headache. He could only find an inn to stay at tonight.
As for the house, we can only pay compensation after we get the money.
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Royal Palace, Qinzheng Hall.
The void opened, and Gong Yangyu walked out of the Imperial Seal, bowed and said: "Your Majesty, the assassination failed. This person has developed the acupoints on the soles of his feet and is extremely fast."
Emperor Qian was surprised. He nodded solemnly and said in a deep voice: "I understand. Continue to monitor and wait until an opportunity is found before taking action."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Gongyang Yu bowed, then turned his head and stepped into the crack in the void.
Emperor Qian's eyes flashed, and he said to himself: "Li Yizhi, very good, I will spare your life for now. When I become the Creator, it won't be too late to kill you all."
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Another three days passed in a blink of an eye.
The portrait bidding event that caused a sensation in the capital finally came to an end, and was auctioned by Tianji Trading Company for a sky-high price of 10 million taels of silver.
Everyone was stunned and shocked.
You must know that even the entire Daqian Dynasty only had more than 40 million silver in tax revenue per year.
Along with this incident, Tianji Trading Company also became famous all over the world.
Yunkong Pavilion, backyard living room.
Li Yizhi met the old shopkeeper and the big boss of Yunkong Pavilion, Chen Xiaoru, a handsome middle-aged man.
Chen Xiaoru was very enthusiastic and complimented him so much that Li Yizhi couldn't help but blush slightly and felt a little overwhelmed.
After a long time, Li Yizhi coughed a few times and said hurriedly: "Dong Chen, I wonder what the final result of the auction will be?"
"Master Li, this auction was very successful. It was finally bought by Tianji Trading Company for 10 million taels of silver. We have exchanged it for a banknote issued by the Ministry of Accounts, which can be redeemed on sight at any major bank."
As Chen Xiaoru spoke, he pushed a sandalwood box about ten centimeters long and wide in front of Li Yizhi.
Tianji Trading Company, isn’t this the trading firm under the leadership of Champion Hou?
Li Yizhi was a little surprised. He originally thought that the last person to be photographed was from the various families.
Champion Hou is a chess piece cultivated by the Immortal God King. He belongs to the "false protagonist" of the Yangshen world. He is used to fight against Xu Yi, the leader of Panxing. He has extremely deep luck and can pick up treasures even if he falls. That kind of.
In the early days of the original work, he was a man of great influence. He had the cultivation of a martial saint, hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses under his command, and countless darling wives and concubines. He would hold an unobstructed conference whenever he had nothing to do.
But unfortunately, Li Gui met Li Kui. Ever since he met Hong Yi, the destined protagonist, Champion Hou began a tragic life.
The old shopkeeper looked at Li Yizhi's surprised expression and explained aloud: "We are also very surprised. Tianji Trading Company has not made a move until the time is almost over before bidding. Other families want to bid again, but it is already too late. "
Chen Xiaoru smiled bitterly and said: "Master Li, you don't know that Tianji Trading Company's move made all the families very angry. It's just that Tianji Trading Company belongs to the champion prince. He guards Qingzhou and has hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses under his command. Everyone I can only endure this tone."
Li Yizhi couldn't help but smile and shook his head.
He actually didn't care too much about who bought the portrait, as long as the price was the highest.
He opened the sandalwood box, and inside was a thick stack of silver notes. Each one was a ten thousand tael silver note with the largest denomination, a total of one thousand.
Li Yizhi counted it quickly and said: "The number is correct, thanks to Chen Dongjia and Yunkong Pavilion this time."
Chen Xiaoru hurriedly waved his hand and said: "Where is it? It is our honor to be able to send Mr. Li's paintings to be photographed. By the way, Mr. Li, many people have asked me to ask for a painting. The price is not a problem. You What do you think?"
Li Yizhi shook his head and said: "No. No matter how much money you have, it's just a number. I happened to be short of money this time so I sold paintings. By the way, Mr. Chen, you didn't leak the information about me to others."
Chen Xiaoru hurriedly said: "Don't worry, Young Master Li, we will definitely not leak any information about you. However, now that Yunkong Pavilion is being stared at by countless eyes, Young Master Li's identity may not be kept secret."
Li Yizhi said: "It doesn't matter. Then I'll leave first."
"Master Li, please!"
After walking out of Yunkong Pavilion, Li Yizhi felt dozens of pairs of eyes falling on him.
As soon as he stepped forward, he appeared a hundred meters away, and then with a few flashes, he completely disappeared into the crowd.
Those who tried to follow him were frightened, but no one could be seen.